like the 21 bus Sally got a one track mind But now she got a black eye, cause she tried to take mine Another day in the hood Chilling with Show & A.G.,
you know now! (It's Show & A.G. and this is how it's going down) [x6] Our squad is thickness reel-to-reel got it locked You're askin' for a witness I
be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes When I just wanna chill you wanna go out See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out You
) Judy That's my ace boon coon with the mama jama booty (Like) O.M.G., (I'm like) Oh My God (AYYY) Get it Biiiiiiiiii - You doin a hell of a job (let'
was just the other night, had another dream about you You told me to get up, I got up and spread my wings and I flew You gave me a reason to fight, I
me off Now I'm sitting and pissing on everbody Give a fuck if it's right or wrong So buck the buddah, light a bong But take a look at mariah the next
runnin up The first to pull a strap when there's drama Busta, you ain't heard? I've been slicin motherfuckerss since I lost my momma There ain't a cop
' major ugh Mama raised a hellraiser Chorus: Stress gettin' major Lord be my savior Mama raised a hellrazor Tell me lord can ya feel me, show a
of pocket, I`ll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain`t paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick,
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!) Ha ha... Chorus: 50 Cent It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere
Verse 1: spliff star Yeah Heh A flipmode y’all (x4) Hah Heh Hahahaha Yo Yo, uh I spits rhymes for thug cats Neighborhood drug rats Hardcore Keep it raw
chicks by the dozen (dozen) Keep a shot runnin Now I’m on a journey It take you twenty light years to burn me (burn me) If you want beef call my attorney All that other
great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin
on the court) A room of teachers, parents, and preachers A principal and one kid dress in sneakers Case of brown versus the board (order order) Yo twelve, verse one is a
like a door knob, Try to make my flow stop like a cork does, And we'll be in Hawaii eatin' corn cob, Pinnin' a flower in your hair like a corsage,
[Chamillionaire imitating Rich Boy] Nobody sellin that, record labels fallin back Back off in these streets, show 'em how to get a stack Show these other
a pot of a lotta nouns Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown I'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo Dart flyin through the air
my 'Lac Keep a glock in my 'Lac Somethin' cocked in my lap Just in case a hata trip tryin to plot for my (caddillac benz) [Verse 3 - Killa Kyleon] I pull a
